Hawksley Workman - Don't Be Crushed

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You?re where all the poets go
You?re where all the ashes blow
You?re the kind of maker that makes the whole world come true
My baby she?s inside me now
I made her a place to settle down
It?s close to my heart
She likes the sound
Its twenty minutes out of town

Shoreline water breaking fast
In New York city, low on cash
Another week and you?ll be back
And you?ll be saying home at last
But don?t act broken
Even when you?re broken

Its just one of those things
Thank god you?re timeless
Cause my watch got stolen
It?s the good stuff that you bring
Don?t be crushed

This city will always bug you baby
I know for me it does the same
It?s pretty I suppose from inside a plane
That?s heading for another place
So wave and blow me one more kiss
You?re a dead-eye baby
You never miss
There?s not much else as sweet as this
I waved so hard I broke my wrist
But don?t act broken
Even when you?re broken

Its just one of those things
Thank god you?re timeless
Cause my watch got stolen
It?s the good stuff that you bring
don?t be crushed

Don?t be crushed